All I can offer is the essence of value, being a dream. but I bet you will have similar results. The great regulator of diet and body chemistry is, The Olive. It will not fail you. The solid integrity of the Olive once inside you immediately sets to work balancing and refreshing all of the organs – all become more olive like – while providing in nutrition and strength a near infinite and almost patient supply of helpful anything you might need. Too rushed for breakfast in the morning? Who isn’t? Eat two or three olives and have no worries til noon. Your organs will happily work over the olives, with their elusive oils. Not wanting to confront a long afternoon of digestion while busy? Have some olives. And a nap. Home from work and thinking of nuts, chips and cookies? Have several olives, and get that sense of satisfaction. Midnight snack? Olives. My Grand Aunt married a man last name Olive. Been out of touch since the 30s, maybe the war. Gramma’s sisters married all over Canada.
August 27, 2015
August 20, 2015
The day here had puzzling off beat pleasures in store tucked unexpectedly along the way.
When I set off in the morning, unlocking my bike, I see a reddish grey squirrel
feasting on my immediate neighbour’s vegetable patch in the back yard,
a squirrel I delight in, scamming on fencetop and up and down the trees all day
having dared to come down and eat the kale. That made me happy!
Then when I got off the bus in Downsview – Downsview, Ontario, where I was conceived,
despite being born in Moncton and never having been to Ontario.
Immediately I see way in the distance a white shap in the trees
that nothing but a hawk itself could put there. So I take a different cut through
to get from the bus stop to my job so I can get as near as possible to the hawk
and if it’s not a hawk then what has someone gotten up that tree somehow?
Picturing city workers with massive cranes installing one of those Cantonese lamps
sturdily on the tallest tree suited to it.
Even when I got nearer I still wondered a bit. But then I saw the hawk looking different directions
and back at me, in reaction to my looking at it. And once your eyes get the focus
on the relation with the hawk, all the rest of the eyes focus better
so I got the best photo possible and had a few tries getting it to fly.
I was faraway with a fence ravine and creek between, and the hawk was high up a tree.
By focusing and drawing the hawk’s eye, when I could see eye to eye in the distance
I made a couple of shoulder movements like I was launching at it, really momentary gestures
unnoticeable to the wednesday morning human mind, just that split second of seeming
but the hawk wouldn’t fly, just stared back at me all serious.
Finches, Cedar Waxwings, Gulls, Starlings, Grackles plentiful, and screaming Jays, heard not seen.
Any other news of the day?
Totally cool that the Toronto Star is now mint, doing all the heavy lifting,
along with Rosemary Barton on Power and Politics, and all that ‘the media’ represent
even on a.m., people being better educated and cared for.
Looking like NDP Govt with Liberal as Opposition, Conservatives will
elect almost as many seats but those will be knocked out for crime or scandal
ultimately not a factor <3
Our Canada, such as it is, the 67%
August 12, 2015
I’d been hearing a hawk crying out over the building
so when I got out of work I was really happy to be free
to wander around looking for the hawk. I saw a huge one,
not a local; blackish with queen anne’s lace brilliant edgings.
It was riding huge winds at its altitutes, screaming away
most entertainingly. What could have it mad?
Three seconds raising the camera and it was 3000, 4000, 7000 feet away
I’d barely taken 15 more steps around the side of the building
when again to my left I hear hawk screams. They’re coming in loud
and scrapy, and I can’t tell distance, but different directions.
Get to a clear spot and I see two similar hawks in the sky
both setting up and then just letting the wind hit them
wings out not moving a muscle purest sailing
I get a photo and they go zooming back across the building complexes where I work
and I think, hawk show over, but only a second goes by, when I hear
another hawk scream, still from the left. So this hawk screams
and is answered from the other two, and the first one,
big hawks moving in, at least for the evening. To view the Plaeiades
Hang time of the photo the hawk covers 700 feet and lands tree top
3rd on the left
Therefore, that one is that tree back around the cover behind the buildings,
a few large trees back, and the other two are back beyond our building,
and the first one fanned off south, and I get to the bus stop and hear
a hawk cry out. I really should have skipped evening plan and gone looking
to see what the hawks were gathering for.
July 27, 2015
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It’s pretty terrible. I know everyone has insects this time of year NSXity Services works on it
What caught my eye though was when I lifted the bricks to side and let the massive colonies breathe summer fresh air within a minute they had moved the majority of the eggs. It’s hard not admire them
They managed to carry every egg into the seams
Tonight looking under every brick no eggs
July 1, 2015
June 18, 2015
Such a great book of poetry. I’ve found six or seven poems and quotes would directly go in to the great poetry joys of all time with William Butler Yeats Second Coming, WS Merwin’s Beginning, NS Shelley’s Clouds and the wind itself. Poems so fast or changeful every word so quick.
My first read of the poems my habitualist western mind’s speed counts was missing constantly, zipping to the end of the punctuation and having to go back.
Thats why poetry lasts 400 years whereas prose struggles to find a century or two.
Reading again and again and better the next time there’ll be poems that the same person has re-read hundreds of thousands of times as well as everyone else re-reading them several dozen times just like hearing Bob Marley songs ‘could you be love’ and the many forms of punk poetry all over the planet
but so fantastic
“A man leaps out of a four wheel drive and, camera in hand, runs toward the rushes. I’m certain he wants to show his wife, who is dying in St. Mary’s Hospital, how pale blue heron’s eggs are hatching by the lake.”
My first experience of that
It was fully exhiliarating reading every poem, always my mental assumptions of pacing flying end over end and having to go back and on third try getting the turn of grammar completely with triple pay off
May 14, 2015
I had a full fledged interaction with the constabulary today.
It went well. Zooming on my bike
via every shortcut toward the subway station –
like Apollinaire – scores! – Rangers! –
There’s an oft empty little park but today
one side of it was swarming with kids and teachers,
wildly unpredictable for a cyclist
so I went around the park the other way
and presto, they’ve got two giant policemen there
stopping people who – car or bike – didn’t
come to full stop at the stop sign.
No one comes to a full stop at that very open
wide view intersection unless someone’s crossing or in the way.
(I for one never run anyone over and just get out of the car’s ways…
Needless to say every passerby on wheels was being processed.
It was like being carded. And at the same time, it was
being. They were nice. If I had to do it every day
I’d choose another route or not go –
Our neighbourhood here legitimately is
the safest mplace in North America
this is sheer John Toryism
maybe he’s a Tory and the harpercons asren’t
but rather oil mongers from a failed tea party sect of terrorism
go on rcmp csis army take down the scandella’s
with billions in false advedrtizxing party promotion
and cruel criminal failures of the constitution
and self interested spending
some half baked theoretical politics
..I myself have no political following and am against following
but my politics for roughly 25 years
would have been better than elected
end of the day though all this scanner data
john tory’s google earth
I knew I’d not stopped at the visible stop sign
and that my bike has no bell or light and I wear no helmet
meaning I could be lectured for half an hour and ticketted
for hundreds of dollars. Grim.
I pull to a stop and have the sense of relief – I’m on the way to work
so there’s not a thing controversal about me –
no mickey nor ought else, just yesterdays’ newspapers
and the honey lemon lozenges I have to prevent throat catches
on the subway – that have lasted all winter , and trala, I have
no record of any kind so I just go full on with cooperation and respectfulness
I’ve still got it. They loved me.
One was about 6.8 and the other about 6.6
so that was weird. Giant polite white guys, damned impressive.
Really clear spoken, non-inflammatory, clear and firm and definite,
but most importantly is clear, this is exactly whats happening.
one likely 40, the other more like 29 or so, if that,
hard to tell age with really tall people.
Pure patience as the 6.8 40 yr old took my health card
into his cruiser and typed things in for twenty minutes.
Shrugs when I had to say no, I don’t have a drivers license
or anything with my address on it. Only the health card with photo.
And the throat lozenges. That and a maroon coloured jersey
no one else would wear. People know it’s me. Thats all I got.
Took so long the younger cop suddenly laughs.
We’ve been standing there like statues for ever
and it seems like he wants to give up the ghost,
say ‘Obviously everyone on a bike rolls through there
and no park go’ers have ever been hit, and obviously
I’m not doing anything else, but try to go to work,
perfectly nice reasonable person doing the same little bike ride
he’s done for 15 years to that same subway station in all seasons
without incident as either perpettrator or victim of crime –
Ive been neither for 33 straight years in the area
minus 1989-92 where I had identical results in Vancouver.
(People have tried to get after me, but failed.
And I have a full on strong and intense preference
to not harm people or animals or damage anything
and so ~
The 29 year old 6.5 guy after deformalizing a little and conversing
about crime in the area – I think he’d also noticed I was a fair
bit older, and civil, and not some rampaging freewheeller rawbrain out there
so we discussed traffic issues in the area, –
the subtleties of the dooring issue – ‘like rifles, they open their door – boom’
but we both knew that tickets and creating tension about it
won’t help with the instinct in a car to be talking and pop the door open
as you’re getting out, breaking off conversation with the person who gave them a lift *
a politeness to the favour of liftgiving that costs we bicyclists our lives
and well being. I’ve been a car passenger
When suddenly deciding to get out at a red light
from in traffic, the haste and complexity of doing it quickly
and expressing enough thanks is nearly impossible.
You’re checking over your shoulder and talking to the driver
and preparing to get out of the car all at once.
Busses are the only ones that do it right, not opening the door
until at the stop. Yet it seems obvious to say hey we’re stopped anyway
and do this fast exit.
Just then another bike comes whirring around the corner
and the 29 year old steps out there, now he looks 6.8
hand out, and I watch a cyclist enjoy the rhapsodic bliss
of encourtering two giant police of a sudden, while hurrying to work
guilty of going past a stop sign.
And in the same moment the now 6.9 one comes over
a neck and head taller than me, so odd to look up to someone
to that extent, as I haven’t conversed with anyone that much taller than me
since grade 7, A fit but thick and strong 6.9
he gives me back my health card,
says today they are issuing warnings
and you’ve been nice to me so I’m going to let you go
with a warning. Gives me this whole typed up thing
that I did not read at the time. And lost by the time I was at work.
It fell out of my pocket and I have no idea what was on it.
Lost either on the streets or in the subway
or on the bus because I forgot all about it
til telling Molly at work about the occurance.
Tiring workday then once home bike to the bus station
to get my ticket for Saturday, then long tiring uphill back
and up a stiff cement incline to a noxious busy downtown street
a mass of police in bright yellow jackets. Weird as well.
and the light just turning yellow as I get there exhausted
with a long uphill ride home to finally terminate the workday.
At least 8 police in near enough distance to see my
bike has no bell. And I’m standing there on my bike
beside them facing the long uphill of that intersection
with zapping annoying traffic from all angles
thinking just how tiring it would be
to have one of them make an issue of the
paraphenalia on my bicycle. Physical day work
extra complexity to journey to work,
long ride to make sure I get my tickets at the greyhound station
long ride ahead when i’m ready to lie down and nap
and my right leg had had more than enough through the day.
And I hear one of them say “The day went better than expected
pretty well in fact” – and the light turned and I heliumed off
go by more police ahead, no idea why so many downtown today
I get past that area and no sooner into regular biking streets
I’m nearly doored by this guy who launches his car door out of nowhere
almost deliberate, and I do this big fan out move on my bike
and look to say what hell and the guy looks angrily at me
and I hear him shove his door out even more forcefully
making a point because he was mad at how I looked at him
for nearly dooring me.
May 1, 2015
Spring has rarely been so gloriously warm yet mild after the intensely wintry winter thats come through, paring away at the wildlife through the winter. But there are winged foul in the air and little fast birds and cats still. Whats a few days of foraging for them is hiphop orchestra in trees, which produce spring growth at a rate of by the second of sunshine, while everything mammalian and inner skeletonned is just mentally adjusting, and starvedly looking for food. It’s been so cold some of the groundhogs have just let go.
April 27, 2015
Nice spring day here, nice spring. And Mondays are so special.
Mondays you get to get up into your worklife and get a taste of the future.
“Another weekend ends in photos and waking to a rainy workday”
The concerns of the week so distinct from the concerns of Saturday and Sunday
At any given time how many hundreds or thousands may be rioting
but 98% are doing what they do, taking the kids to school,
doing mass transit, learning something at their job
The time comes when the Koch Bros could respect all the effort
You did it, you solved the riddle of the Sphinx and survived the winter
California will soon be out of water and already was disaster prone
I know people there and know they love it
but no water can be a bit of a headache
Here we live in what was once the largest fresh water ocean
back when the shore was up in Downsview (1000,000 years ago
or back when it was at St Clair Avenue and the traintracks 10,000 years ago
All of downtown Toronto is the bottom of this former ocean
and Lake Ontario is still as large as time is convex
and even cement will be opals and diamonds in a billion years
The feral cats may not appreciate this either
and yet it’s a struggle for them as well
This one really impressed me. His or her positioning there
on the steep landfall down into the ravine below our industrial tableau
reinforced with endless concrete the cat is in the rough
stalking a squirrel in a tree that goes all the way down
to the land around the creek, where it’s like glaciers
crashed into an already extant lake in prehistory
plunged out the ravine system (in the suddenly chill area
Imagine living here as glaciers came through!
Squirrels have made themselves so unpopular with so many people
who just dream of a world without squirrels
but squirrels are a fantastic species
I’ve bought a whole bag of quality nuts and look forward to amazing them
as the week begins
April 3, 2015
I try to think of any belief or totem of thought that would lead to the belief
in such a sentence being valid – Something some other party could say
about something I believed in that would merit their punishment as a nonbeliever
on such strict grounds. There simply isn’t anything. If someone indicated harm
to someone you could see putting them out of the option to do that harm.
But a remark, an image, about something everyone knows some believe in
and some do not remains ridiculous to me.
Even as the Good Friday Easter Sunday presentations ready themselves.
It’s a yearly challenge, between fascinating reminscenses across my
five and a half decades, (and sincere lack of belief or even sense-making
of the religion. …Roman penal system tortures the still young wonderkind to death
in grotesque public display, and out of this beginning, Rome becomes
centre of the church obsessed with crucifiction and redemption after suffering,
mercifulness, and an ever emboldened activist strip. It’s not that it’s not
dramatic enough for me, but evidence. So I’d be an apostate in orthodox Russia
(like the female punk band, yes, pussy riot) or a heretic somewhere else
or an evil atheist in a born again stadium church in America. But I would not
stop thinking I was just myself, with every right to exist, reflecting on the world I’m in.